I found these small scale picnic baskets online after searching a few of the usual suspects around here to no avail. I bought a dozen and we got them out of the box on Friday and lined them up and now they are perched on top of the cubbies upstairs. F looks at them and smiles. Then she says something that sounds like this – ahh-duv-mine-bye-byes – or “all of my bye-byes” to those of you who don’t speak her language yet. And then she smiles some more.